Stark was sitting in front of a fire, sweating profusely, yet wrapped up in so many blankets that he looked like a mushroom.
The Sage, Alaric, sat by the other side of the fire, watching him with great detail, while Jade gave him a weird look.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Stark shrugged and shot a stare at the sage. It was his idea of training, after all.
As usual, the old man stroked his luscious beard. "We need his body to experience chaos. That way he will summon the aura of Fa Jin automatically. Only when he gets a feel of it will he be able to summon it himself."
"It looks like he will die first," Jade said blankly.
She was not wrong…
After running for so long that he felt he would die of exhaustion, the sage had wrapped him up in blankets Stark had no clue how he had.
Now he was practically slow cooking like steamed potatoes.
His vision dimmed, and he almost fell head first into the fire before catching himself.
